The Only Exception

The Only Exception Part 1

She held her cell phone tightly in her hand and read the message as soon as it was delivered to her.

[Sit down and wait for me.] It said.

She sat down on the stoned floor, leaned against the glass window and looked up into the unlimited sky. She didn't even move or look when he jumped over from his balcony to hers, causing the illusion of climbing between balconies as easy as 1 2 3.

He sat down beside her, feeling her flinch as his cold skin touched hers.

He peered at her blue eyes, her straight nose and her vulnerable body. He studied the way she dressed, the way her eyes melted as she stared into the sky.

She was so perfect in every way.

If only her eyes was readable.

If only he could guess what she was thinking.

If only she believed in love.

[I wanted to share this moment with you. The sky is the clearest today, and the stars are bright.]

She fidgeted, [Why do men always think stars are romantic?]

[You don't think so?]

She buried her face between her arms, on top of her knees and shook her head, [No.]

[Why not?]

[I don't want to say.] She looked up, her eyes tired and wandering elsewhere.

[You can always tell me things you know,] he took one of her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, [You can trust me.]

[Distance makes me comfortable.] She muttered as if trying to convince herself, [I like being alone and have my privacies.]

[You're lying,] he placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. He felt confident, yet desperate for her to communicate. [It doesn't matter if you decide to keep everything to yourself or if you decide to share, but I will always be here. When you need someone, I'll be here.]

For a very short second, she believed him. She believed his honesty and kindness and she wanted to share. But reality resurfaced too fast, somewhere inside her brain, a voice said softly, [don't trust anyone. You can't afford to be feeling something.]

[I don't want to talk about it. What good can talking do? What can I get from sharing?]

He stared into her eyes that were telling him tales. Agonizing tales of her past and present, [Love.] he whispered.

Her eyes froze and her hand broke away from his, [I don't believe in love.] She whispered at last, [I never loved anyone and I never will.] 

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She accepted his present on her birthday and she agreed to spend the day together. He was surprised that she was being so cooperative. But that thought evaporated when she rejected him for the suggestion of changing into the white dress he bought for her.

He knew his place in her heart is still nothing but a kind and familiar stranger. But he did not expect her to reject him so harshly.

He asked if it was because she did not like the design of the dress, or if it was because she did not want to use the present from a familiar stranger.

She always spoke with a hint of edginess in her voice, and this time was no different. She said she liked the design, and it wasn't because it was from him.